Never mind that Old Man Ying Shan was known as the best survivor in the Black-Corner Region; his little bit of experience was as childish as a three-year-old's before the Pill Tower Ancestor.
One was one of the Five Great Supreme Experts from a thousand years ago, who had lived through countless battles in his life and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood more times than could be counted.
The other had merely thrown his weight around in the tiny patch of land that was the Black-Corner Region, barely qualifying as somebody of note.
Whether in insight or experience, the two were simply not on the same level.
Trying to pull petty tricks in front of the Pill Tower Ancestor? Who did he think he was looking down on?
Old Man Ying Shan had just been about to say something when he soon followed in Mo Tianxing's footsteps.
Only after his head also burst apart did Xiao Jin say expressionlessly to his corpse, "All right, say whatever you wanted to say."
The surroundings were deathly silent.
A few breaths later, Xiao Jin said again, "You were the one who didn't speak. It's not like I didn't give you a chance."
Medusa burst out laughing, and the Pill Tower Ancestor shook his head helplessly as well.
This disciple of his truly was decisive when it came to killing.
That was right. Those people who clearly had victory in their grasp yet insisted on blathering on for ages, only to end up being counter-killed, were pure idiots.
It was not as if the Pill Tower Ancestor had never seen such people. Their endings were often not very good.
There were plenty of people who got carried away with the wind at their backs, only to capsize from their